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SONG IN ROSINA.

When William at eve meets me down at the stile,

how sweet is the nightingale's song,

Of the day I forget all the labour and toil

whilst the moan plays yon branches among.

By her beams without blushing I hear him complain

and believe every word of his song:

You know not how sweet 'tis to love the dear swain,

whilst the moon plays yon branches among.

FINIS.